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would you fall in love with me again?

𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈!

𝒋𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒂-𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔 & 𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒍𝒆𝒂 - 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏

centuries later, you're all he remembers, and he hopes that some day, he'll be able to see you again, even if it's just for a second.

vampire! enha

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𝒂/𝒏: was listening to wyfilwma and thought of vamp enha and then this was made lol enjoy! not proofread so apologies for any mistakes

heeseung 李羲承

vampires aren't real, or so they say. but heeseung is a living testimony to that statement.

he of all people knows that attachment is an immortal's greatest downfall, that the second he starts clinging onto the past, he'd become a shell of himself. yet, there's one thing, or rather one person, he can never seem to let go off.

he remembers you like the morning, laying next to him, your warmth against his chill, and he remembers when your skin was as cold as his and his grief was all consuming.

he misses you, he knows this will never change. but this is his punishment.

it's on a cool spring day his world changes.

the bar is particularly lively, drunk people laughing and dancing without a care in the world. he's content just watching, the burn of alcohol the only warmth he's been familiar with for the last few centuries. it's like any other day, until someone takes a seat next to him.

heeseung wouldn’t usually bat an eye. he's used to women flirting, never one to entertain them. but tonight, the person sitting next to him feels different, familiar, like the feeling of knowing you're coming home.

he takes a tentative side-glance, prepared for disappointment, but he's greeted with you looking at him expectantly, almost like you were just waiting for him to notice you. he thanks whatever god that he's not holding a glass, because he's sure it would've slipped from his hand and shattered on the floor. a flood of emotions that he could never name pours over him, his chest tight but so, so full of relief.

your name slips from his lips like instinct, a prayer he could never say out loud. you smile like you never left.

“hi heeseung,” you take his hand in yours, enveloping him in the warmth he has yearned for for centuries on end. “i'm yours, again.”

he doesn't deserve you, he knows that much. but he'd be damned, more than he already is, if he lived without you again.

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jay 朴综星

jay knows pain. he is intimately familiar with the physical ache, the feeling and sight of himself being ripped apart, and the ache that exists only as a phantom, no evidence of its existence; of the two, the physical pain is far easier to bear.

vampires remember. he remembers like the back of his hand when you died in his arms, where he buried you with his own hands, the bright sky that was unfitting of the overwhelming grief that wracked his soul. he remembers every single day after that, of loneliness that would never be resolved and an emptiness that would never be filled.

winter comes again like it always does. the sun sets early and darkness shrouds the city faster than what most prefer. he's one of those exceptions, because the sun only seems to serve as a reminder of that day all those centuries ago.

the sun is setting and people are rushing home. you always liked watching the sun set. jay was never one to care much for such ephemeral sights, their permanence turning them into a predictable daily occurrence, but you always found them so beautiful that he couldn't help but grow a little fond of them too. he thinks you would love this sunset.

so enraptured by the orange sky, he wasn't paying attention to the people around him and ended up harshly bumping into someone. apologies instinctively spilled from his lips as he recovered from the brief disorientation, until he took a proper look at the person he bumped into.

you, looking at him with a grin, the rays of the sunset colouring you in warmth.

all of a sudden, he's back to seeing you dead in his arms, buried in the forest you loved most, an unspoken goodbye on his lips.

“are you real?” he asks with a small voice. “please tell me you're real.”

you take his hand and place it on your neck, at the spot he loved most, and the pulsing of your veins tells him all he ever yearned for most.

jake 沈载伦

times change, and so do people. jake has witnessed it all, and he remains the same as he was all those years ago. only, he's lonelier than ever.

he sees you in most parts of his day, in the gentle glow of the moon, the light drizzle of the rain, the white clouds moving across the sky. he thinks, he knows, that you would love the sight of it all, because that was just the kind of person you were.

he wonders what it would be like if you were still alive, if he had turned you into a vampire like him. sure, maybe he wouldn't have felt so lonely if at all, but what about you? could you have withstood all of humanity's changes, to watch what you once were and could never be again, and not lost yourself?

would you have given up mortality for his irredeemable sin?

there's no use pondering these questions. he would never suggest something like that to you, let alone do it. he wouldn't be able to bear watching you become a shell of yourself, knowing he was the cause of it. it was easier to let you go, to leave you behind and pray that you would forget him.

fate, however, has a funny way of working.

jake doesn't want to believe it's you, at first. there's no way it could be. you've been dead for so long, so sure reincarnation was another myth that humans made to comfort themselves, but against his beliefs, against everything he has ever known, you're there, looking at him, waiting for him.

his mind tells him that he's hallucinating, that he's truly starting to spiral, but everything else, his instincts, his soul, tells him that it's you, unquestionably and so surely that he wants it to be so, so badly.

he's stuck in his spot, rooted in an internal battle between mind and heart, trying so hard to prepare himself for what he thinks is just a fantasy, when your hand caresses his cheek and he melts all over again.

sunghoon 朴成训

sunghoon is used to the bitter cold. he prefers it, even, because heat reminds him of what he lost, of what he can never have again.

heat reminds him of the humanity he gave up, of the mortality he has forgotten the feeling of. heat reminds him of the fire that tore his life apart, a blazing orange and red that lit up the dark sky. most of all, heat reminds him of you, your touches, and the lack of your existence.

he's used to it by now, learned to set his dislike aside and walk amongst human. he feels like a fraction of who he used to be, lost to the greed of time and the madness of immortality and the taste of iron. who was he anymore, really?

you would be sad to see him in such a state, to see him devoid of happiness and in perpetual pain. knowing you, you would try to ease his burdens and even offer yourself to be his meals, but he could never do that to you. even vampires don't hurt the ones they love.

still, he wishes you were here. it's a selfish desire, made in the desperation for love, but it's a wish, as hopeless as it is, nonetheless. he knows nothing will ever change, and he'll be just as empty as he was yesterday.

he's alone on the streets in the dead of the night. he has no need to feed, but the dropping temperature makes it hard for him to want to stay inside.

you would enjoy this weather too, he thinks, staring at the empty sky. you always did prefer the cold over the heat. you would -

a sudden crunch of dry leaves snaps him out of his daydreams. he tenses, ready to defend himself, when a voice so familiar fills his ears and his heart.

“sunghoon? it's you, isn't it?” there you stand, the brightest star in his sky, looking at him like you were always searching for him to complete you like you do for him.

for the first time in a long, long while, sunghoon finds comfort in heat.

sunoo 金善宇

“will you find me again?”

“always.”

sunoo feels like a liar. how long has it been since he made you that promise, since he last held you in his arms?

he tried, he swears. every single day, hour, minute was spent looking for a hint of you, and he knows that if there even was a wisp of you he would've known, he would've felt it. but what kills him is that not once did he have that feeling, and he's starting to think that maybe he's starting to forget you.

he refuses that notion, however. he refuses to forget you, because it would truly ruin him. he's already had to live centuries without you, and if those memories of you that he holds so dear were to disappear, he's afraid that he may finally give in to his vampiric instincts and turn into something that even he could no longer recognise.

everyday he reminisces about you, unable to part with the thought of you. regret has come to be the most familiar emotion he's felt these days, always wondering if he was just a second too late. how long have you been waiting for him? did you miss him, or have you left him in your past?

sunoo thinks he's reached his breaking point, that he's started to grieve so deeply that his mind has started to conjure up images of you in his life.

he sees you walking towards him, looking like a day hasn't passed since you parted. you even wear the ring he had gifted you as both a promise and protection, sat snuggly on your left ring finger like he placed it there himself. he laughs to himself, bitter and pained, and closes his eyes. he doesn't want to see this hallucination anymore.

but hallucinations don't have material forms. hallucinations don't have bodies, they can't touch or be touched… so, why is it that he can feel someone's hand on his?

his eyes open, and there you are, real and tangible and everything he's ever dreamed of, and tears spill down his cheeks before he even knows why.

“looks like i found you instead, sun.” you smile and hold him, an embrace he cherishes so dearly he couldn't imagine ever letting go.

jungwon 梁祯元

jungwon remembers, perhaps a little too clearly, the day you were ripped away from him. he remembers every single second of it, from the morning of the day to the very moment you were torn away from him, and the overwhelming helplessness that filled his entire being as he could do nothing but watch.

in some ways, he's glad that you weren't there to watch him lose control, to tear open their throats and shower himself in their blood. such a sight would have traumatised you, and he loves you too much to ever subject you to that.

he doesn't regret killing all those people. he only regrets not being stronger, that the last memory you have of him was him at his weakest. but there's nothing he can do about it anymore.

a part of him still believes in fate, that he will be able to hold you again, yet as each year passes by, the part grows smaller and smaller until even he doesn't believe in it anymore. you're dead and gone, and he's still stuck here, paying the price for his regret and his vengeance.

jungwon makes it a point to visit the grave he had made for you at least twice a week, if not to clean it then to just sit in its presence. the memory of the grave's creation is a blur, a mess of desperation and a grief so profound he couldn't find peace in anything except this.

it stands surrounded by flowers, carefully maintained, a grave for himself next to it, a funeral he held for his humanity. quietly, he sits across, staring into the granite as if you would suddenly appear. he wishes and wishes, and while nothing ever happens, he chooses to wish again.

this time is different.

his ears pick up the sound of someone walking on the grass. with a wary demeanour, he stands, and glances at the direction of the sound. the sight knocks the breath out of his lungs, and he feels like he could collapse.

“jungwon…” you barely manage to say before he buries his face into your neck, holding onto you as if you could disappear at any moment. tears line his eyes as he looks at you, a broken smile on his face.

“you're just as beautiful as the day i lost you.”

ni-ki 西村力

ni-ki often finds himself stuck in the past, remembering simpler times. back when he was still riki, when you were by his side.

you were always fascinated by the idea of soulmates ever since you learned about them, never failing to bring it up every other conversation. he didn't mind, not really, because he loved hearing you talk, and although he wasn't one to be as sappy as you, he couldn't deny that he liked the idea of being the only one for you.

you were in a particularly sentimental mood one day, he remembers, asking him if he would love you in your next lives, or if he would move on. his answer was instantaneous. there would only ever be you for him, and if he couldn't find you, then he would wait, however long it would take.

all these centuries later, and he kept his word.

perhaps some part of it is guilt, guilt for being the cause of your death. had he been able to control his thirst, you could've lived longer, and he wouldn't have been the reason you died before you got to live.

still, selfishly, he hangs on to the concept of soulmates, that he would find you again and repent. that he could tell you he was sorry, that he wishes he had died instead of you. but there's nothing he can do, not then, not now, and maybe not ever.

there's a sweet scent in the air that ni-ki finds all too familiar. it's a cruel joke, he thinks. it must be, because there's only one scent that he knows to be this enchantingly sweet, and it's none other than yours.

it stops him in his tracks and he wants nothing more than to run to scent’s origin, to you, but the regret in his heart still him. he doesn't deserve you, not after he ripped your throat out and treated you like a piece of meat.

he turns away from the direction of the scent and walks, determined to get away, when a hand reaches out for his and pulls him back.

“riki,” your voice soothes his soul in a way he had nearly forgotten, his words stuck in his throat.

“i found you again.” and he shatters, all over again.

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lovesick

𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈!

𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 - 병 (𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒌)

he loved you then, he loves you now, and he will continue to love you, because you're all he'll ever want.

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𝒂/𝒏: hiii! my first time writing for enha so i hope you enjoy!! inspired by one of my fav songs of all time lovesick 🫶 unedited so forgive me for any mistakes lol

disclaimer: this is purely fictional.

heeseung used to love taking nightly strolls, especially when they were with you.

he remembers it all like it was yesterday, the cool breeze gently blowing, the lights from the cars and buildings sparkling, people going about their nights as he smiled and laughed with you, your hands always linked with his as if you couldn't bear not being connected to him in some way.

the only thing that has changed is that now, he's all alone, with no one to hold his hand.

has the sky always been so dark? not a single star was in sight. you always loved to point out the stars for him, but he was never looking at them, not when the brightest star of all stood next to him.

it's been months since you've said goodbye, and heeseung's starting to think that he'll never be able to love anyone else if they aren't you.

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jay always knew that you would be the only one for him from the first day he met you. unfortunately, life works in ways unbeknownst to him and now, he finds himself alone in his apartment, the silence overwhelming most days, drowning in his longing for you.

he still remembers the echoes of your laughter, the way your voice would take an ever so slightly higher pitch whenever you were talking about something you were interested in, and most of all, the way your eyes looked at him, filled with so much love and adoration he thought you'd be together forever.

those moments however, are long gone, the only evidence of their existence in his inability to let go of the past, of all his most cherished memories with you.

he misses you, he wants to see you again, but he knows you'll never be his ever again.

you loved taking layla for walks together with jake. the three of you were like a family, almost, a couple deeply in love and their beloved fur-baby.

then it all fell apart, and he's left with a gaping hole in his heart.

layla is far more perceptive than he gives her credit for. she realised sometime down the line that you weren't coming back, and that jake wasn't quite the same anymore.

taking layla on her walk doesn't feel half as refreshing as it used to. he's annoyed by the sound of the cars, the blistering heat, and all the couples that hang around the same park. he wishes it was him and you again.

the sun sets and paints the sky a brilliant orange, and he's unable to look away. the sky is particularly clear, he thinks.

he wishes he could share this moment with you.

emotions were never sunghoon's strong suit, and yet you still loved him all the same. where he lacked in emotional expression you made up for by learning his body language, and he knew from then onwards that his fate was sealed, and he would be yours forever.

his forever wasn't one that was meant to last, he soon came to learn.

he couldn't blame you for leaving, not really. he knew where he lacked and still, he hardly changed. if he were you, he would've left him too.

the day you left him, he cried long after you said goodbye, reality crashing down on him far too late. it was his fault for getting too comfortable, too accustomed to your constant presence, that he took you for granted.

months later, the night sky and its countless twinkling stars seem to shine down at him. sunghoon can't help the tears that gather and fall down his cheeks, and in a favour to himself, he lets himself mourn, whispers of an i love you lost to the four walls of his apartment.

sunoo always believed that you would be together for the rest of time, even beyond death. he believed that if soulmates existed, you were undoubtedly his, and he was yours.

that was, until he was awoken from his sweet dream, and thrown into the harsh nightmare of reality.

time passes and people change, that is a natural fact of life. what hurts him most isn't that you or he changed, but that you were both still the same as he remembered. if you or he had changed, he thinks, maybe this break up wouldn't have hurt as much as it did.

his life feels empty without you, the days all melting into a blur as he repeats the same routine of thinking about you and what could've been. his heart still yearns for you, and it's a yearning that he knows in his soul will never disappear.

sat outside in the windy night, sunoo hears whispers of your name, and so he closes his eyes and dreams of you again.

jungwon was good, exceptional even, at hiding things behind a carefully crafted mask. he knew all the right words to say, how to be a shoulder to lean on, but never how to be there for himself. then you came along, and for once, jungwon felt like he could be himself.

you knew every side of him, especially his imperfections. even at his worst, when he was so tired and irritable he even snapped at you, you still stayed by him and offered your shoulder for him to lean on.

when you walked out of his life, for the first time, he didn't have any words to say, his mask and his heart shattered into a million pieces.

still, he smiles and helps people and offers his own shoulder for them to lean on, but the ache in his heart always reminds him of what he'll never have again.

ni-ki didn't really believe in soulmates until he found you. he remembers vividly the day of your first meeting, of warm smiles and even warmer feelings, and the realisation that falling in love didn't have to be a dive but a gentle glide.

he loved, and still loves, you, that much he knows. he could never say those three words, and you never made him. you always waited for him, never a complaint, and always a smile.

but now? now, he's alone again, and he thinks it might kill him.

he can barely stand to look at all the rings and hoodie in his collection because he's reminded of you at every turn. he remembers how you'd always steal a hoodie or two after he wore them, returning them covered in your scent. he still hasn't found it in him to wash the last ones you gave back.

before he knows it, tears stream down his face as he feels like he's drowning in his memories of you.

but if it's you, he'd happily drown in your ocean.

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about me

> hi! you can call me milk!

> born in '05 :>

> i do not plan on taking requests but i'd be open to being sent suggestions/ideas!

> a bit of a slow writer LOL i write when inspiration strikes but sometimes that's... never...

only started stanning enhypen since sept 2024 so i am relatively new~

i claim to be jungwon biased but i get wrecked by jay probably every other day LMAO

i'm also into rosé and treasure!

feel free to send asks to just chat! i'd be happy to talk <3

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